Man, talk about action packed. Buddy’s Dad, the fate of the Buddy/Lisa relationship, Bab’s ex playing at least a minor role… It’s almost like he knew the series was almost over, which I guess he did, what with him being the writer and all. This one is the best of the bunch, and I’ve been trying to tell you all that they’re been getting progressively better each time. I’m almost tempted to go back and read the first one again and give it another chance, even though I just read it a week ago and I’m pretty secure in my opinion. This one is all color too, and it just seems to increase all the little details about a million times. I never really noticed the background before this.
I’m going to use a little quote here from The New York Press, and I hope they don’t mind because they’re obviously just much better critics than I am and are able to sum things up so much more neatly (to show how stupid I am, I wanted to use “succinctly” there but am too stupid to know how to spell it): “Smart and sardonic, but in no way exclusionary or too ironic for its own good”. That was a big part of my problem back in the day, I think: I was looking for something that nobody else could get, and was way to busy to appreciate the things that were just good clean fun. It’s a good thing I got over that too or I never would have read Preacher, but that’s another story entirely. The back of pretty much all of these books say that they’re the best underground comic of the 90’s and, while there are a few people who would argue that (myself being one of them), it’s certainly up there. I think that either Eightball or Love and Rockets could be ranked higher, but once you get up to levels like that it’s really just a question of semantics, and as long as they’re all great it really doesn’t matter which one is slightly greater.
